Face to Face with Deceit I had been taken advantage of... deceived. Anger came, but I discovered sorrow and grief just below the anger. From a certain point of view, this person — this friend of mine — was gone. A stranger now stood in their place. I felt small and naive
In the spring of 2024, my daughter Molly graduated from high school. In August of that same year, she went off to college to attend Colorado State University. The last time I saw her was at a high tea that her mom had put together. All of the immediate family
When my daughter was maybe ten years old or so, she asked me to get her a typewriter. I did what any other dad might do: I found one on Craigslist, rendezvoused with the seller on some random street across town, exchanged what I think was $50 or so for
For the past few months, I've had the distinct privilege of playing on a coed, rec league softball team. As it so happens, I've been serving as the team's primary pitcher over the course of the last several weeks. Not to say that I&
I've been meeting with a group of guys for a beer just about every Monday evening for the past several years. We meet, chat for a bit about nothing in particular, and then we all go our separate ways to tackle our respective weeks. There's a
Several weeks ago, during a brief quiet moment in the office, my co-worker Austin turned to me and asked, "What do you think of the name Lance?" I think the initial thought that ran through my mind as the words of that question landed in my ears
I used to take delight in capturing photographs of majestic mountains, juxtaposed against a foreground of evergreen trees with a backdrop of deep blue skies. I would take hikes in the North Cascades in the summertime, intent on capturing the unique beauty I am afforded only a few hours from
A few weeks ago a dear friend of mine gave me a flower. I didn't think much of it at the time, but in the days and weeks that followed, I've come to greatly appreciate this small act of love, and have been moved by this simple act.
Part 2 of 2 The second conversation I recall from my time in high school occurred between two seniors, and took place in locker laden hallways, in the midst of the shuffle and bustle of students transitioning from one classroom to the next in between periods... or it might have
I don't remember much about high school, but I do remember two conversations that I was a part of that stuck with me. These are conversations that I think about every so often.
I drink my first cup of coffee each morning from one of four specific coffee mugs. Here I relate the story of how and why this ritual came to be.
Here I provide my rudimentary definition for god and attempt to create a case for anatheism: the returning to god after a period of distance.